Finally: A chance to see the circus

Enemies of Reading | October 13th, 2017 | Leave a comment

by Hugh Gilmore Have you ever suddenly turned off the TV, or dropped a magazine, and said: “This is it! That day I’ve always called ‘Some Day’ is finally here. And I know just what to do”? Probably not. For most people that day never arrives. There’s too much cleaning to be done at home, […]

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Getting some old books ‘back to where they once belong’

Enemies of Reading | September 21st, 2017 | Leave a comment

  by Hugh Gilmore Most people who buy and sell old books live in personal spaces choked, crammed, stuffed and strangled with stuff acquired years ago, for example, stacks of 18th-century floral prints, engraved portraits of Civil War generals, abolitionists’ pamphlets from the 1840s, shoe boxes of old postcards, advertising pamphlets and studio photographs. “Must […]

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Graffiti in Montreal.




Me and my prostate: Checkin’ in

Enemies of Reading | May 25th, 2017 | 5 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Folks who know me, but haven’t seen me lately, are surprised when we meet by how “good” I look. I guess they expected me to wear my illness more outwardly. Perhaps they expected me to look shriveled, or gaunt. But I’m not. Or, not yet. My cheeks remain rosé red (sometimes tomato […]

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